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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.