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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.