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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.