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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.