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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
PIL,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.