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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.