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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.