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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.