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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.