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 Angola and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.