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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.