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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.