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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.