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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.