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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Oneida,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
UT,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.