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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
The Move,
UT,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.