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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.