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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.