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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.