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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
June Days,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.