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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tom Boy to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.