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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.