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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.