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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.