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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.