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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.