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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.