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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.