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 Qatar and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.