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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Index,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.