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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.