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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.