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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.