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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Fuzztones to the funk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.