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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.