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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.