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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Mars,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.