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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
the Normal,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.