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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.