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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Brick,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.