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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.