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 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.