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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.