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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
June Days,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.