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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.