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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.