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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.