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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.