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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.