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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Index,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.