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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.