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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.