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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
the Germs,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.