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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.