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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.