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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.