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 Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Index,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
The Names,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
X-102,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.