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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.