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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Swans,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Fear,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.