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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Remains,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.