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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.