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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
MDC,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.