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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.