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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.