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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
ABC,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.