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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.