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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.