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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.