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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Model 500,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.