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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Toasters to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.