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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Sparks,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.