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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Swans,
Television,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.