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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.