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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.