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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.