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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hardrive to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Visage,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.