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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.