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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.