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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.