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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Swans,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.