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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.