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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.