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 Serbia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Organ,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.