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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.