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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.