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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.