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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Nico,
The Remains,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.