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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Flipper,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.