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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.