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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.