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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.