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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.