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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
AZ,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.