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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.