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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.