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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Nico,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.