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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.