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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.