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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Cameo,
MC5,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.