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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.