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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.