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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.