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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.