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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.