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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Mars to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.