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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
This Heat,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.