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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
MC5,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.