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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.