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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.