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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Unwound to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.