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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.