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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Visage,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Zapp,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.