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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.