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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.