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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.