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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.