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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.