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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.