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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Index,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.