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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
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.