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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.