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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.