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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.