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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Crime,
Japan,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.