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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.