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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.