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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.