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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.