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 United States and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Gong,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.