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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.