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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.