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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Smiths to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
The Move,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.