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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.