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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.