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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Crime,
Slave,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.