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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.