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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
The Index,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Magma,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.