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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.