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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.