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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.