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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.