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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.