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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.