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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.