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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Monks,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.