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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.