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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.