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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Television,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.