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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.