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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.