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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
JFA,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.