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 Denmark and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.