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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.