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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.