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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.