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 Gambia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Pole,
the Normal,
Wire,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Index,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.