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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.