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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.