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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.