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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.