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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.