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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Gladiators,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.