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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Can,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.