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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.