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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.