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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
CMW,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.