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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.