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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.