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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.