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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.