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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.