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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.