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 Tonga and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.