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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.