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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.