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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.