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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Index,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.