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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.