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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Index,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.