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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
JFA,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.