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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.