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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.