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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.