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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe 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 Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.