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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.