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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.