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 Tunisia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.