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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.