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 Namibia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.