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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.