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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.