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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.