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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.