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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.