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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.