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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.