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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Smog,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.