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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.