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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.