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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.