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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.