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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Foxx 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '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 The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Organ,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.