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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.