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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.