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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Pylon,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.