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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.