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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.