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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.