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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
June Days,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.