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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.