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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.