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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Television,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Franke,
Swans,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.