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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.