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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.