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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
X-102,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.