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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.