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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Henry Cow 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Crime,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.