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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Five Americans to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.