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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.