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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.