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 Iran 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.