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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.