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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the jazz 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.