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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.