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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The Invisible,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.