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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.