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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
The Slits,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.