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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.