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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Television,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.