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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.