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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.