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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.