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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Vogues to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.