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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.