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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.