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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.