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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.