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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Mummies to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.