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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.