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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.