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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.