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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Can,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.