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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.