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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.