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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.