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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.