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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.