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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Crime,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.