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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.