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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.