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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wings to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.