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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faust to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.