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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.