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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
UT,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.