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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Faust to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s 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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.