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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Mars,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.