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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.