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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.