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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.