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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.