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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.