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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
the Association,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.