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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Wire,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.