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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
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,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.