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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
PIL,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.