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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 sitar 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.