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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.