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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.