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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.