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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 F. McDonald 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.