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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.