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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.