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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.