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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.