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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Scientists,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.