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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.