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 Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.