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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.