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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.