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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.