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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Can,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.