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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Inner City to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.