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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Gong,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.