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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.