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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.