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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.