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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.