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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Youth Brigade 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.