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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Lyres,
the Normal,
10cc,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.