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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Organ,
Franke,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.