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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.