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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.