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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ronan 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.