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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.