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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.