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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.