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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.