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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.