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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.