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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Slave,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.