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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.