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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.