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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.