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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.