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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ 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?
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Can,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.