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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Scion,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.