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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.