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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.