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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.