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-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.