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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.