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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.