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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.