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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.