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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.