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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Audionom,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.