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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
June Days,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.