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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.