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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bill Wells to the disco 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.