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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.