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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.