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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.