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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.