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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
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.