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 Uzbekistan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks 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?
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.