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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.