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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jandek to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.