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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.