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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.