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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Monks to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Nico,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.