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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun Ra 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.