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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.