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 Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eurythmics 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.