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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Excepter,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.