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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.