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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.