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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.