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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.