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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.