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 Philadelphia.
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 Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.