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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.