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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.