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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Main Source,
MDC,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.