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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.