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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
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Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.