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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Lydon to the grunge 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.