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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 New Order to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Associates,
Fear,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Ten City,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.