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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Gong,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
The Index,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.