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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.