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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.