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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell 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?
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.