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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.