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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.