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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.