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 Belize and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 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 PIL to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.