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 Kosovo 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 New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.