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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.