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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.