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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
JFA,
Hashim,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.