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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.