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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.