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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
the Association,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.