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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.