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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
the Association,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.