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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.