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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.