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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.