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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.