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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.