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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.