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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Organ,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.