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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.