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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.