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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.