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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
DNA,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.