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 Tunisia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.