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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.