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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.