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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.