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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Moleskins 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.