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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Organ,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.