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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.