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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
MDC,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.