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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.