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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.