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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.