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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.