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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.