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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.