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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.