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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.