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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Slave,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.