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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.