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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
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.