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 Greece 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Oneida,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.