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 Jamaica 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.