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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.