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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.