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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Television,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.