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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.