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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.