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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.