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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav 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 disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Echospace,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.