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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.