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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.