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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.