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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 John Holt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.