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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.