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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.