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 Israel 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
UT,
The Slits,
X-102,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.