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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.