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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.