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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.