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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.