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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.