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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.