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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Index,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.