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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.