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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.