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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Mars,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.