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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.