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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.