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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.