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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.