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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Subhumans 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
cv313,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.