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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.