Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.