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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.