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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.