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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.