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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.