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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.