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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.