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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.