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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Green. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
AZ,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.