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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.