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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.