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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.