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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.