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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
JFA,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.