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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.