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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Names,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.