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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Pretty Things 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.