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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.