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 Hungary and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.