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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
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 Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.