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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Rakim,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.