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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.