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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
the Germs,
ABC,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.