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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.