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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.