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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.