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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.