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 Spain 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.