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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.