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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.