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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Lyres,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.