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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.