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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.