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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.