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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.