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 China and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.