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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.