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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.