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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.