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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.