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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Crime,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.