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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Fear,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.