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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.