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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.