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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.