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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.