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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.