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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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 Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.