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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.