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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Smog,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.