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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.