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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.