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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.