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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.