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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.