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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.