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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.