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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.