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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Infiniti to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.