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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.