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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.