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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.