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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.