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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.