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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.