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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.