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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.