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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.