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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.