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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
The Gories,
Can,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.