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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.