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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.