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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.