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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 AZ to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio 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 grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.