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 Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.