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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The Standells,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.