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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Television,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.