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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.