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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.