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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.