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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.