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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.