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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.