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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Mandrill 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.