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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.