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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.